- If you were not a writer what would you be doing ?
I am a Database Architect, a homeschooling and working parent, and a publishing/writing and career-imagination coach.
- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?
- What is the hardest thing about being an author?
Finding time to write, market, and work with distractions.
- What is the best thing about being an author?
I get to escape from whatever the world throws me by creating a different reality that makes me feel as though I am a time traveler.
- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?
Yes, I met Leslie Esdaile Banks, the author of the first multi-cultural vampire series I’ve ever read. She was a beautiful spirit and I got to meet her shortly before her passing.
- What book changed your life?
Toni Morrison’s Beloved. It made me enjoy the complexity and word play of literature and increased my desire to feel as though I could actually become an author.
- What were your some of favorite books growing up?
I enjoyed books with an urban feel and that had characters like me, so Toni Morrison, Maya Angelo, and Octavia Butler.
- What books are currently in your to be read pile?
Dread Nation, Blade So Black and Slay.
- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?
I prefer Audio books now because they are portable, but I find time to read print books as a treat to read before going to sleep.
- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?
I would definitely pick Neverland, it was one of my all time favorite, Peter Pan had a lot of fun there too.
Scepter of Fire
Publisher Phenomenal One Press
Date Published: May 1st, 2020
Genre: Urban Fantasy/YA
Dexter didn’t like being a pawn. It seems life was taking him there though. His father and he never saw eye to eye, but being captured and tortured for his father’s mistakes gave Dexter too much to think about.
First, the girl he lost, he’d never forget what they did to her. It changed him, and made him see the small city his father moved him to for what is was, a prison for magicals, the damned, and now him.
Too bad, the creator of the void didn’t realize they would be better off if they’d set him free, because now, he was fighting for his life, and someone he’d have to hide his feelings from to protect, not just from those that want to drag them back, but from him -a vigilant.
Dexter kept his eyes closed. The binds at his wrist were cold, unforgiving and rigid chains. He needed to stay calm, take it all in and wait until they’d left him alone. His shirt was loose, and his sleeve covered one of the chains on his wrist while the other was rolled high on his shoulder.
“Doctor Rutherford said to hold him until they come to take him,” a woman who adjusted his head on the pillow mentioned.
“How long has he been like that?” a male asked.
Dexter remained stone still, keeping his breathing even as his eyelid nearly twitched from the man’s breath near his face. He felt the lift of his eyelid. Keeping his eyes still, while the man flashed a light into them was nearly impossible. Dexter forced himself not to focus, but noted the man’s dark skin and brown eyes. He could have sworn the guy winked at him. Still, Dexter didn’t trust it, he didn’t budge. The man let Dexter’s eyelid go. Dexter almost sighed. It was hard to not blink. He had to wait though, for that one chance to get out.
“The others he came with will be taken also. Don’t get in the way of those that come to collect. If you do…” the woman warned.
Dexter forced his fist not to clinch at the mention of his family that was in the car crash with him. He remembered when they sunk into the water. He’d fought to get the door opened and his younger siblings out. Then something hit his head, and he’d drowned in water when everything went black.
“Like you, I just work here for the paycheck. This hospital needs to be condemned anyway. I was there when they bought them in from the emergency room. I wanted to see how he was doing myself. I swear he wasn’t breathing when they pumped his stomach of water from the lake.”
“Nathan, just give him the shot and clear out, you don’t want to be here when they take them. It’s never pleasant. I like you. You’re new here, and if you want to keep your job, you will stop asking questions.”
Dexter heard footsteps. Light, and sure, it was the female nurse. Nathan remained there though, still, but the heaviness of his presence was over Dexter.
“I can’t help you much, but if you have it in you, get the hell out of here. The hospital is going up in flames. Your father and oldest sister, are on this floor, the others... Sorry we couldn’t help all of you.”
Dexter didn’t trust it. He remained still as the chains on his feet were removed.
About the Author:
L.M. Preston, a native of Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. She is an author, an engineer, a professor, a mother and a wife. Her passion for writing and helping others to see their potential through her stories and encouragement has been her life's greatest adventures. She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.
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